An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(18)

“Tristan, take Duke to the bar,” Trev said. “Get him a drink and a blowjob.”

“Someone say blowjob?” a voice asked.

It was another member entering the room. He was rough looking in a sexy way with really nice eyes. His pants were open and he was touching himself.

I gasped.

“Cash!” Trent yelled. “Put your shit away.”

A woman appeared, rubbing her jaw. “Hey. You said you’d take care of me now.”

“Get the f*ck out of here,” Trent said.

“Everything good here?” Cash asked. “You need help?”

“Thanks for the offer,” Trev said. “Now go. Finish up. Repay the favor to your friend.”

“Come on, sweetie,” Cash said. He turned the woman around and sent her walking. He then looked into the room, grinning. “I’m not eating that, man. I know what’s been there.” He shook his head fast. “But she’s good at sucking. She was wearing a lot of lipstick if you catch my drift…”

Cash was then gone and I was even more confused.

“What did she tell you?” Trev asked.

“You want this now?” Trent asked. “Right here?”

“Yes,” Jasper said.

I had been slowly picking up the names and positions of all the guys. Some I remembered from the Night Soul clubhouse, some I didn’t.

“Go ahead, darling,” Trent said to me. “Tell Trev.”

I looked at Trent. I shook my head.

“He can’t save you,” Trev said. “I can.”

I forced myself to look at Trev. I wanted to be mad at them all. But the truth was that they were the ones who had me.

“They have all your pictures on a wall,” I said. “That’s how I knew some of your names and faces. How I knew who Duke was. Rocco and Gunner probably won’t stop after this either. Gunner took me into their meeting room and showed me the pictures. Pointed out a few of you. Told me what to do. I’m sorr…”

“That’s enough,” Trev said. “Jasper, cut her.”

I tensed up.

Jasper took out a knife and came at me.

Trent stepped to the side.

Now even he wasn’t going to save me.

**

Jasper put the blade to my hand. He then turned it and started to cut. He wasn’t cutting me, he was cutting the rope. Repeating the same motion on my other hand and I was finally free. Only I still held onto the arms of the chair.

“Here’s the plan,” Trev said. “Duke is right with everything. You were going to kill him. Don’t lie to me either. If Trent hadn’t been there…”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I’ll be honest,” Trev said. “You shouldn’t be living right now. The message back to your friends should be your body. But since Trent put up a hell of a fight for your safety and my assumption you’ll do what is needed, I’m going to compromise.” Trev looked at Trent. “I want you both out of here. Take her to your place. Let Duke drink it off and we’ll catch up tomorrow.”

“That’s smart,” Trent said. “If Rocco plans an attack, he’ll come here looking for her.”

“I’ll have prospects watch you,” Jasper said.

“I don’t need f*cking protection,” Trent said.

“Yes you do,” Trev said. “Now get your shit and get out of here.”

Trev and Jasper walked toward the door.

I called out, “Thank you.”

Trev stopped and looked back. “Don’t thank me. Thank Trent. Know that right now your ultimate fate is to die. You have no idea the war you’ve stepped into.”

They left the room and Trent crouched down in front of me.

“We better get out of here,” he said.

“This isn’t fair to you. This is your clubhouse. It’s where you’re safe. I’ll just go. Or just let them kill me. It’s probably better off that way.”

Trent’s hand shot out and touched my cheek. “No, darling, it’s not better off that way. I need to get out of here anyway. If Duke and I go eye to eye again, one of us is going to end up dead.”

“So you really are a monster, huh?” I asked, forcing myself to grin, to lessen the tension.

Trent stood up and looked eighty feet tall. But his sexy eyes seemed like they were inches from my face.

Then he spoke.

“Darling… we’re all monsters.”

**

Trent’s place was pretty surprising for a bad ass biker guy. It was clean, put together, yet it had a little bit of a tough manly smell to it. He shut the door and locked all three locks on the door.

“Stay away from the windows,” he said, “Just in case we get attacked.”

How soothing.

He tossed my bag onto the table and then opened the fridge and offered me a beer. I took it, figuring a beer or ten couldn’t hurt anything.

“I brought us a drink back at the clubhouse but that got all messed up.”

“What’s with Duke?” I asked. “I mean, I know he was mad about me…”

“He did two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. When he saw the towers fall he was riding with his first outlaw club. It wasn’t the life he wanted so he went to fight a greater enemy. He was never the same again. That’s all I’m going to say.”